Some places aren't meant to be found. INVITE ONLY. It welcomes the wicked and rewards silence. Questions don't belong here.
The Curator
For years, I embodied the role with conviction: a French curator presiding over a wax museum. But for me, it was never just about the art. Each grin was a reminder why I exist: to steal smiles off real monsters - ones still breathing.
But masks crack, and mine drew the wrong kind of attention. I should have disappeared before the scent of blood hit his nostrils. Before obsession replaced orders.
The Diplomat
I'm the man he sends in when silence is more lethal than lead. I close deeds, erase loose ends, and clean mess before anyone notices the stain. Everyone's happy. My instructions were clear: Find her. Kill her. But then she smiled and the plan started to bleed.
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